Here we are - on the eve of our 5th IUI - and as usual I am a bundle of nerves. I had bloodwork and another ultrasound today, and 3 nice follies popped up on the screen. One @ 19.5mm and two @ 16.5mm.
Thank you 8lb 6oz Baby Jesus, hallelujah, let the angels sing, cha ching, booyah!
My estrogen (E2) level checked in at 1270 (200-400 per mature follie), which means they are all mature too. The nurse gave me my trigger shot, had a little heart to heart about how she is so hopeful that this works, scheduled me for an insem tomorrow, and booted me out the door. Of course, I instantly started questioning the size of the follies, the levels of estrogen, and worse than all, already began thinking what if this doesn't work. It is impossible to be positive.... I swear on my Grandma's meatballs.
So, the plan is to wake up at 4:30, leave at 5:30 with hubby's sample tucked in against my cleavage and drive like a crazy woman to Akron. Drop the sample off, wait for Subway to open, eat some breakfast and sleep a little in the waiting room downstairs, head back up at 8am and get inseminated. Then, awesomely, drive back to Wooster and work 10a-7p. Needless to say, it is a process.
I have been waiting since January to have another chance to try. All this work, just for a crapshoot of a try. All it takes is one egg and one sperm, yet it has been so challenging so far... how is that even possible? The only thing I can do is hope our fortune will change, and in that regard, this was in my cookie with my chicken lo mein today... puhlease let this mean something...
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